94. The Responsibility Is Mine

He Shenyan sighed.

He sighed often. Ever since he had started learning magic, he had basically sighed a few times every day. If there were a sighing contest, he would probably place near the top.

But this time, the reason was not himself.

"Can you believe it?" He turned his head and asked the Emperor. "Those two actually want Steve to be their chosen champion."

Expressionless, the Emperor set down the chess piece he had finished carving, then picked up another and continued carving it. "I do. How could I not believe something I saw with my own eyes?"

"What exactly are they thinking?"

"No one can know." The Emperor bent over his carving. "I mean it. No one can understand what they're thinking. The gods of the Orc race are just as incomprehensible as they are."

The Emperor had lived for a very long time, almost as long as human history itself. So he had long since understood that some things were better left unquestioned. But He Shenyan could not do that. He was a Mage, after all. Getting to the bottom of things was their stubbornness, and also the necessary condition for why they became Mages.

"I have to figure this out." He said stubbornly.

This time, it was the Emperor's turn to sigh.

He took off the glasses on his nose and looked at He Shenyan seriously. "It would be best not to try to sort out those two fellows' form of existence and essence. Back when Tzeentch was still alive, it once tried to do that. It screamed in the Warp for a thousand years, then forced itself to forget everything about the truth of the Orc gods' existence."

"You're afraid I'll go mad?"

"Not afraid." The Emperor said expressionlessly. "If you really do that, you